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An Incomplete Loss Fariha Rahman
I silence my cell phone periodically to curb my addiction to my phone screen. One of the many goals I had for 2020. Because my cell phone was silent, I missed twelve calls, forcing the individual on the other end to call non-traditionally. I answered the ancient landline to hear crying, no, sobbing. Hello?! No one was answering. I checked the caller ID. It was from New York, which meant family. Alarmed, I started yelling. Hello! What’s wrong?! Hello! The peripheral crying increased in intensity, while the person on the phone was mumbling something. As I continued to scream, the landline disconnected suddenly. I ran to get my cell phone, realizing the missed calls were from my cousin. When I was about to dial again, I received a text.
